“Don’t talk to me about the fucking truth!” Kate snapped as she spun around, her chest inches from Emily’s.
“Her baby is in this house right now, isn’t she?” Emily growled as she inched toward Kate.
“I said get out of my damn house!” Kate screamed as she threw her hands forward, slamming them into Emily’s chest. Emily stumbled back as her back slammed against the kitchen island behind her. Her eyes darted forward to see a kitchen knife resting on the edge of the counter. Emily’s hand darted forward and grabbed it. She spun around and stabbed the knife forward.
As the blade stabbed into Kate’s baby bump.
“Ah!” Kate cried out as she stared down at the knife in her stomach, Emily’s hand still clutching the handle.
“No blood,” Emily said, pulling the knife out, the blade clean. Kate’s jaw tightened as she shook her head to herself.
“Mothers will do anything it takes to protect their family.” Kate smirked as she lifted her white maternity blouse to reveal a padded silicone wrap sticking to her tiny, toned stomach. Kate reached around to her back, pulling the Velcro free as she dropped the fake baby bump silicone mold to the floor. “And as a wife, we will do anything it takes to protect our husbands.”
“Yeah, including murder?” Emily snapped in disgust.
“I didn’t want any of this to happen, Emily. Greg came clean to me about what happened that night. He told me it was a one-time thing, that it was just a drunken mistake. We worked it out.” Kate nodded, inching toward Emily as the knife trembled in her hands. “But then your daughter shows up on our doorstep and tells me that he raped her, that he forced himself on her.”
“And you didn’t believe her?”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter what I believe, Emily. What mattered is what other people would think. She blackmailed us. She said if we didn’t pay her off, then she’d tell everyone what really happened. So, we did just that, as long as she agreed to keep the entire thing a secret and as long as she would let us keep it.”
“And that’s where this fake trip to Greece came into play? How smart of you,” Emily snapped.
“Well, she had the baby, and let’s just say … had a change of heart. She came here and said she wasn’t going to give us the baby; she wasn’t going to give us Greg’s own child. She said she didn’t want the money and that she was going to expose Greg. She threatened to tell everyone what a sick bastard he was.”
“You knew, Kate! You knew what he had done to her!”
“I knew what I had to do to protect my family, Emily!” Kate screamed. “For all I know, the little bitch was lying! She ended up just like you, Emily, relying on everyone else to get her out of her sticky situations!”
“So what? You kill her? You keep the baby and pretend that none of this ever happened?”
“That was the plan. Cue the fake pregnancy belly.” Kate smirked as she kicked the padded silicone mold across the floor. “No one was going to raise that baby but us; and no one was going to take Greg away from me, from his son, and from our daughter. The professor was the perfect scapegoat. Greg said he barely put up a fight. Your girl sure knew how to pick the strong ones.” Kate smiled.
“So, you let the predator walk free and you take out the victim? How sick and disgusting are you, Kate? How can you be so God damn blind? You killed my daughter!” Emily cried as tears streamed down her face. Emily’s grip tightened on the knife in her hand. She was ready. She was burning to strike.
“I didn’t see it that way,” Kate said. “I killed a whore; I killed a stupid girl who couldn’t keep her thin, little legs closed.”
“Well, the secret’s out now. I guess little Eli will have to grow up without his dad after all,” Emily snarled.
“He still has his mother.” Kate smiled wickedly, her eyebrows arching.
“Not for long,” Emily growled as she raised the knife into the air and charged, rushing right toward Kate. Emily stabbed the knife down as Kate leaped to the right, missing the blade by mere inches. The tip of the shimmering blade stabbed into the top of the island counter. Kate reached to her right, her hand wrapping around the handle of a small pot on the stove. Emily ripped the knife from the wooden countertop as she glanced back to see Kate, swinging the pot toward her. The bottom of the pot smashed into the right side of Emily’s head as she fell back, slamming on the wooden floor as the knife slid across the kitchen.
“Ah! Fuck!” Emily cried out as she felt the pain radiate through her skull and down the side of her neck. Emily glanced up as Kate rushed toward her, raising the pot into the air, ready to strike. Emily then shoved her feet forward, slamming the bottoms of her shoes into Kate’s stomach.
“Ah!” Kate cried out in agony as she tumbled back, slamming against the island counter behind her. Emily turned on her hands and knees as she spotted the knife a few feet away, just beneath the kitchen table. She crawled forward, making her way toward the knife.
Just a few more feet.
Emily pressed her stomach against the floor as she crawled under the table. Her right hand shot forward, grabbing the handle of the butcher knife as she felt Kate’s hands tighten around her ankles from behind. Kate ran backwards, dragging Emily from under the table and across the kitchen floor. Kate leaped forward, slamming on Emily as she straddled her, pinning her
